Tuesday, September 27, 2011

The wind whispers sounds of autumn leaves crumble, speedy on the track of life as we watch those who stumble, the sun sets, I’m watching the sky turn grey, Experiencing the lonely road of another day, Only true comfort exist in the arms of black mothers Another day of ghetto mattresses piss infested wit no covers, And when the rain pours, we close windows and lock doors, find shelter to avoid the quiet storm, We run from the pain and anguish car notes and bank statements, Wondering when the love left. I just have to reflect… my love is eternal, I’m watchin my soul fly free, my love's black on both side most definitely Anticipating the beauty Inviting color into my onyx world Holding on to dreams means for living. Our love is meant for giving. Yet The condition of my environment Is preventing my progression towards success I have to get out. I have to fly free from… An environment non-conducive to the American dream, America the beautiful has a black eye, it festers like the sore Langston Hughes spoke of, where's the dove of peace? if the street rainbow has no gold at end, just tarnished brass. What of real love our street need? Real justice our souls bleed? Ancestors died fighting now they being made a mockery. While death falls freely to the innocent, no resolution just disposition. Color blinded by desires. Misprints of black and white. Shades of gray unwelcomed. Oh, such a familiar sight, Our plight Lil black boys and girls Experiencing a different world Merry-Go-Rounds full of destruction In conjunction, The enemy, Creating hood celebrities. A mentality, Where being streets smarts And hood savvy Is glorified as success. What the hell is happening? When work shifts equal 8 hours on the corner. A bullet wound your badge of honor. Where is the love within all the drama. How backwards our worlds have become. Selfish desires keep us from unity. Justice keeps us from living. The easy way out keeps us from working. We must start speaking our greatness back into existence.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Passion awaits, debates of politically corrupt politicians, with ambitions of greed and seeds of hate, ubiquity and iniquity settle the score...

A battle where intelligence has become the targetagainst poverty stricken mentalities yearning for concern in world where the simplest word attacks the being of a soulA soul drenched in agony,the irony of a prom queen spirit, waring against a strippers reality...

the brutality of a strong current beating against the shore of my mental capacity ‎​A Love story turned into a tragedy...‎​

Lookn through the eyes of my heart there's no reason to accept loveto live freelyconquering fears of heartbreak and the aches of my souls treading withinFighting the demons of hate battling daybreak and sunsetwhere am I to go existing in a world where to live is to die and to die is to live....

Yet again I'm left in questionStruggling to comprehendThe beginning from the endOf it all.